He’s drunk on the sly
He snatches another bite
Too many fermented apples
Don’t tell his wife, she thinks she’s the only apple of his eyes
She don’t know he’s not fit to fly
She’ll have a fit when she finds out
He’ll have spun ‘er a yarn or two
But that’s just like our Dave
The sheer cheek of ‘im
I love ‘im all the same.

There is something intelligent about an animal that only considers it’s next meal and contemplates when and where it might next sleep. The irony is that that intelligence wouldn’t be recognised as such if it wasn’t for a species such as us to be stupid enough to consider all of this in the first place.

eenBeasts in monkey clothing
Midnight junkies randy
With electric thinking
Decapitated from reality
But dressed so well
In their monkey suits
Trying to be better than the animals
In their aimless pursuits
Forgetting we’re animals too

I’ve committed a pet peeve of mine. I’ve referred to us humans as monkeys! I have committed this atrocity in the name of poetry because I had writer’s block and this is what came out, and I’m not willing to edit it when I’ve been creatively constipated.
Why is this a pet peeve of mine? Well, because humans are APES. And my pet peeve is people thinking monkeys and apes are the same thing!

Fun fact:
Excluding a few species of monkey and possibly some apes who diverge from the general rule, the way to tell the difference between a monkey and an ape is to look for a tail. Monkeys generally have tails, apes generally don’t have tails. Humans aren’t monkeys, you are a species of ‘great ape.’